Come on, come on, there's no time. To tick, to move, don’t chew - swallow. Things have to happen and happen quickly. And we are responsible for particle acceleration. Why are the last always at the end? Move. The race against time began long ago. And he's light-legged, the time. No chance he will slow down just to make us feel good. And only here, in the bathtub, we wet the battery for him and he stops for a moment. What a relief. No assignments. Relax Baby, the world will wait for you outside the door. So he's impatient. Fuck him. The door is locked. No entrance for pressure.